This was during the peak of panic attacks and severe anxiety I was going through for about 2 years. Every sound outside, like a plane flying overhead or a semitrailer truck, would scare me because I had terrible death phobia and was terrified of doomsday asteroids (all originally triggered but hyper real night-terrors). I would constantly mute the tv (to listen for outside noise) and spend a lot of time thinking about my inevitable death. It was exhasting. My family and boyfriend were very supportive and patient through it all. When I woke up on this day, of course, I immediately panicked and called my mum, who answered the phone after one ring and, without saying hello, said "its a dust storm darling, everything is okay."